Warhammer Wizard

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The black-robed wizard stood on a platform formed by vine roots in the forest.

Ren couldn't see through his soul, nor could he judge whether the opponent was hostile from the color of the soul, so he carefully set the arbitrary door on the edge of the platform and tried to stay as far away as possible.

The black-robed wizard looked over, but still didn't mean to make a move.

From beginning to end, he didn't even say a word except for transforming into a green dragon to fight with the soul hunting team, consuming their physical and soul power, and finally using the "dark coil" to control Swift.

Even if Renn killed the green dragon, he didn't give any indication.

However, Ren could perceive that the black-robed wizard had been paying attention to him, his eyes fixed on him, unable to detect what he was thinking.

"Your Mightiness."

Renn nodded slightly and exclaimed.

He remembered that the green dragon Monagas called the black-robed wizard Fetantilus, but he had never heard of it, and there was no search result in the mobile library.

"Earl of Glamorgan." The black-robed wizard finally spoke. His voice was a bit hoarse and old, completely inconsistent with his young appearance, and his body was thin, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"I need you to do something for me."

Fetantilus's words were unexpected. He asked for help, but there was no smile or kindness on his face, and his expression was cold, as if it were natural for others to do things for him.

Ren had been observing the other party with the eyes of the soul, but under the dual effects of the will of truth and the key of the door, he still couldn't see anything, as if this black robe could block all exploration, forming a blind spot.

"Your Excellency knows me?" Ryan asked instead without agreeing to the request.

The corners of Fetantilus's mouth rose, as if laughing, but uglier than crying, and said gloomily: "Of course I know the proud student of Anse Verdaus."

Renn's heart was slightly cold.

The name of the teacher who actually called out seemed to be familiar with the teacher. Such a character is at least a holy soul wizard.

But how could a holy soul wizard degenerate to serve the green dragon?

Moreover, the soul of the opponent is not as powerful as the Holy Soul Wizard, only the level of the legendary elementary level.

Renn was a little confused, and asked cautiously: "May I ask you who are you?"

"You don't need to know who I am. It's not your enemy anyway, just call me Fetantilus." The black-robed wizard looked cold and said again: "I need you to do something for me."

"What's the matter?" Renn frowned.

"Help me unlock it."

Fetantilus opened the collar of his black robe, and a collar appeared around his neck. This collar was only one finger wide, like it was made of some kind of cyan metal, without a trace of gaps, it was firmly wrapped around the neck, and it was engraved with obscure runes.

Renn had never seen these runes, and they were completely different rune systems from what he had learned.

He looked at it carefully and found some clues.

This should be made by the dragon family. The rune on the collar is a variant of the ancient dragon language. It seems that there are only a dozen runes, but when combined, they have multiple enchanting effects, no matter which rune is removed or violence Destroying the collar will have unknowable consequences.

What is its specific enchantment, Ren couldn't see it for a while, shook his head and said: "Sorry, I can't untie this collar."

"No, you can."

Fetantilus said confidently: "You are one of the few people in the world who can unlock the circle of soul control. I don't know what method you should use, but you can definitely do it. Think about it."

These words left Renn confused.

The logic is also a little strange. It sounds like he knows himself very well and is confident, but he doesn't know what to do.

This is too inexplicable.

Rehn did not respond immediately and asked: "Your Excellency, why do you think I can unlock it?"

Fetantilus stared at Ryan, his eyes flickering in the depths of his eyes, and his pupils lost focus in a very short moment, turning into a pair of hourglasses, and the golden quicksand flowing slowly, forming a distorted and blurred image of Ryan, and then recovered. normal.

He was sure again, "You can do it."

Seeing Rehn seemed indifferent, Fetantilus could only explain: "This is my ability, and it will never go wrong. When you return to Modu to ask your teacher for advice, there may be an answer."

"Okay." Renn nodded.

In fact, he had already thought of what to do, approached Fettitilus and stretched out his hand and asked, "Can you?"

"Please."

Ren's hand touched the metal collar, and immediately learned its structure and properties.

This is a very magical magic alloy, not formed naturally, the melting method and formula are unprecedented, it can be perfectly combined with the rune to lock and enslave a soul.

No matter how the body of this soul changes, shrinks or enlarges, blurs or deforms, the collar can immediately adjust its shape so that the target cannot be separated, just like a bone gangrene.

There is a strong spiritual mark in the collar.

After wearing the collar, life and death are controlled by the hands of the owner of the imprint, which is similar to spiritual charm, but it is different. Mind charm is a talented spell, sometimes it can be resisted, and it can also be lifted by more powerful spells or divine arts, and this soul control circle is tangible, unless there is no other way to disassemble it.

The material of the collar is very sturdy. Once it is destroyed by violence, it will trigger a self-destruction and destroy the target.

Renn couldn't help sighing.

The structure of this thing is too exquisite, the manufacturing method is completely different from today, it should be from a powerful and ancient real dragon.

Fetantilus was right, he could indeed dismantle this soul control circle.

No matter what kind of alloy the collar is made of, it is metal, and Wren’s activated metal can make it ineffective in an instant without triggering the self-destruct rune above.

But Renn did not rush to release.

He is very interested in this soul-controlling circle, pretending to be thinking about how to crack it, in fact, he is studying the rune above. Even if you don't know the dragon language runes, you can memorize it by rote, and slowly figure it out after you go back, maybe you can recreate a brand-new soul control circle.

Fetantilus did not urge him, letting Renn put his hand on his neck and waited patiently.

Until ten minutes later.

Ren said: "I'm going to start."

Fetantilus nodded, and in the next second, the hard collar melted, and it flowed into Renn's hands like water, condensing into a metal ingot. A metal ingot the size of a pigeon egg revealed wisps of blue light. None of the runes originally engraved on it worked and was completely invalid.

The whole process only took two or three seconds, and the soul control circle was lifted.

Even though Fetantilus knew Renn had a way, he didn't expect that it would be so easy, and the problem that had troubled him for many years was solved by Renn as simple as drinking water.

He didn't ask how Ren did it, and he didn't see a smile on his face, saying:

"I owe you a favor."

Renn smiled, it didn't really matter in his heart.

If you don't even know the identity of the other party, what is the use of this favor?

He observed with the eyes of the soul and found that Fetantilus's soul state remained the same as before without any change after the soul control circle was lifted.

Controlling the soul circle only restricted his personal freedom, but did not suppress his soul strength.

"This collar metal is treated as your reward." Fetantilus said, waving his hand to open a portal.

Ren's pupils shrank, and Fetantilus's casting speed was incredible. The portal reached the sixth ring, but it was almost instantaneous. His gaze penetrated the portal and found that the transmission distance was very far, at least more than two hundred miles, far beyond the normal six-ring portal.

An ordinary legendary junior wizard can never have such a clever spellcasting ability.

Fetantilus walked towards the portal, stopped suddenly before entering, turned and said, "You better leave the forest of death immediately. The owner of this collar is the green dragon king'Zhanqing'. Although Monagas just has many One of the heirs, but he is highly valued, with Zhanqing's narrow personality, maybe he will come back for revenge anytime."

After speaking, he entered the portal, and the thin figure disappeared.

Ren looked at the empty platform with a serious expression on his face.

He has heard of Zhan Qing’s name. This is one of the most famous dragons in Ellenus. It is more than 3,000 years old and has already entered the stage of the ancient dragon. It is known as the king of green dragons and rules the deepest quarter of the dead forest. One area, I don’t know how many dragon-slaying warriors died under its breath.

The older the dragon, the stronger the strength, the power of an ancient green dragon is no less than a demigod!

Ren didn't dare to waste time, he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

He immediately opened any door to the corpse of the green dragon and shouted loudly: "Swift, you go into the dragon's nest to search for treasures, I will dismember the corpse of the green dragon, hurry, Zhanqing may be on the way."

"The King of Green Dragon!"

"Gosh, the goddess is on..."

Everyone took a breath when they heard Zhan Qing's name, their eyes filled with panic.

Bremmett jumped even more anxiously, "What more treasures, green dragons are paupers, and the things they collect are worthless, and this green dragon is so young, how many good things can there be? Run!"

The soul hunters refused to listen, and ran into the dragon's nest from the entrance at the fastest speed, as if there was an evil dragon chasing behind their buttocks.

In fact, Renn just said casually, scaring everyone to hurry up.

The green dragon is not good at teleporting spells. No matter how fast the king of green dragon flies, it is difficult to get over from the depths of the dead forest in a short time. The probability of this happening is very low.

Swift did not enter the dragon’s nest. He walked over and took out a silver silk bag, and said, "Your Excellency, this is a high-quality body bag that can hold the corpse of a giant dragon. Bring it back to the Empire. Dismember again."

Rehn couldn't help being surprised that Swift was indeed very well prepared ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ even this was considered.

This kind of body bag is similar to the dimensional space equipment, but it can only store corpses. There are upper limits on the number and weight. Many soul hunters will bring several. The advanced body bag can hold a corpse weighing no more than 500,000 pounds. , More than enough to fit this green dragon.

He took the silver silk bag and opened the mouth of the bag to excite his soul power. Suddenly, the huge dragon corpse was shrunk into it, but the weight of the bag did not change much.

In less than three minutes, the soul hunters came out of the dragon's nest.

They cursed each and every one, they didn't have much in their hands, and it didn't look like they had just looted the dragon treasure.

Ryan didn't bother to check, took out the Arcane Torrent Staff and opened the portal, letting everyone in.

He used the remaining three portals on the staff in one breath.

Teleported one hundred and fifty li, through the Ismu River Valley, and then summoned all the six blazing fire dragons, everyone jumped on the dragon's back and flew desperately toward the death forest.

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